I get it, the whole not wanting to eat anything-with-a-face movement. Cows are cute. So are lambs. And piglets. And rabbits. And, sometimes, even chickens.
But — and Lord, here comes the lightning bolt — they also taste good.
I eat meat. Almost every day. I fry it, roast it, Panko-coat it, broil it and barbecue it. Beef, pork, chicken and lamb. And seafood. Oh, seafood.
Before you blow up my inbox with outrage and vitriol, yes, I am aware there can be mistreatment in the animal husbandry industry and, yes, I know that meat is murder and Earth’s good nature is often jeopardized in our quest to set the table.
So, spare me the lectures. And don’t bother sending me photos of butchered calves or cooped-up chickens. I get it. I am not a monster. I, too, support the humane treatment of animals that are farmed for our dinner plates.
And I respect anyone who has courage of conviction — whatever that may look like — about the food they put in their bodies, and wouldn’t dream of imposing my views on their choices.